HAPPY NEW YEAR! *horns blow, confetti drops, I get drunk* Did I add that? (j/k)! My New Years Resolution is to umm....I dunno! I'll think on it! Sorry the SP in this fic is not the greatest! The Paths: Part 1: Wait A Minute! HOME?!?!?! By: Sharon and her respective (and not so respective) Alter-ego's. Kidnappee's such as Sephi-kun and Ryouga. Plus...characters such as Ronald and Yateth. Type: uh...X-over (kinda), JQ2K, (?HR?),(?Angst?), (who knows!) Rated: PG Disclamer: Jonny, Jess, Hadji and Dr.Q are owned by Hanna-Barbera and Turner ( I think) Productions. The JQ2K team is owned by Alexis Erecta (Matt!(inside joke!)) Mishelle Taylor-Jenks shoved her hands into the back pockets of her kakhi's. The sun beat down on her vengefully and she could feel sweat dribbling down her face. The Savannah was a wonderful place. With beautiful wild life, why did it have to be so hot? She took of her hat and wiped her forehead, letting her eyes rove over the ancient idol. It was made of stone and two giant craters had been carved to be served as eyes. Twin features that resmbled hands were built on either side of its face. The long granite nostrils flared just slightly over the wide fanged toothed mouth. " It's a real beaut isn't it 'Shelle?" a voice said from beside her. She looked to see Bryce, black hair damp. " I didn't know you liked archeology!" she said. He shrugged. " I do now. I mean this team does enough archeological reasarch that if we got paid for it we'd be rich! So you kinda get to like it." " Yeah I know what you mean." " Still I wonder why Dr. Quest would want us to investigate this? I mean he's a paranormalist not and archeologist!" " It's all about some kinda stones or something," Mishelle said placing her hat back on her head. " Yeah! For once your right Rover!" Jonny said as he came up behind them. Mishelle turned to glare at her adversary who had the gall to ignore her. " See Kimbatzu legend says that the god of the Eastern Gate or Mika...this thing right here. Holds the key to the 'Outer World.'" " Which is?" Bryce asked. " Uhhhhh....I guess it's the Spirit World or something." " You mean you don't know something for once Bleachy-boy? I'm surprised!" Mishelle said sarcasticly. Jonny rolled his eyes at her. " Actually Jonny is semi right!" said Hadji appearing out of nowhere and startling the trio. " The fact is, no one really knows what the 'Outer World' is. It may be the Spirit World, a world outside of our solar system, or even another dimension." Suddenly there was a loud yell from the direction of the idol. All looked and saw Travis peering out of the things mouth and waving his arms. " Hey guys! We found something!" The four teenagers hurried to the idol and stepped into it's open maw. It was dark except for the beams of Jessie's and Travis' flashlights. " What did you find?" Hadji asked. A note of excitement in his voice. " There," Jessie said, pointing her flashlight to a wall. All at once Mishelle realized it wasn't a wall but a doorway, with narrow steps below it leading into blackness. " Comon' lets go down!" Jonny said. " But what about 'Dette and Tai? They should be here soon!" Mishelle pointed out. " Ah, don't worry, Bandit can tell them where we are. Can't you boy?" " Ar Arf!" came the reply. " Y...you have the dog i...i...in here?" Travis squeaked. Jonny hurridly sent Bandit out of the idol and told him to stay. The canine whined a bit, but in the end he obeyed. "I'll go first," Jessie said, " Jonny you take the hind." " Why me?" Quest demanded. " Because you've had the most practice!" Jenks snapped. Travis grinned at Jonny and tossed his flashlight. " Shut up Bandit wanna be." " Why bother with a flash light! Your hair is so blond it could light up hell!" " Oooh! Thats a new one!" Jessie said as she started down the stairs. Mishelle fell in behind her followed by Travis, Bryce, Hadji and Jonny. " Yeah! Well your so stupid you make Travis seem like Einstien!" " Hey!" Travis said, stopping abrubtly. So abrubtly that Bryce hadn't noticed he'd stopped until he had crashed into him. Hadji in turn crashed into Bryce and Jonny who was thinking up a retort to answer to Mishelle's retort if it ever came crashed into Hadji. The impact made Travis lose his balance and he fell forward onto Mishelle who stumbled into Jessie who dropped the flash light. Soon all of them were going down the stairs the hard way. In short falling down them. After much pain six people were lying in a heap on a hard stone floor. " Get offa me Bleach-head!" Mishelle screamed kicking him in the chest. " OW! I'm Travis! Bleach-head is ontoppa me!" " Ew! That sounds wrong!" Jessie muffled underneath all of them. " Shut up!" Travis and Jonny said at the same time. After the group had gotten themselves untangled they looked about the room. It was some sore of antichamber. Torches littered the walls that were covered with meticulosly carved mosiacs of people and animals. On the far side was a grotesque battle scene, complete with severed limbs and hearts impaled on glistening swords. But the main feature of the room was a short pedastool draped with a cloth that was blue on one side, gold on the other. Resting on top of the cloth were two orbs, glittering in either menavolence or greeting. " Take your choice," said a voice, if it could be called that, that drifted up from the orbs. " Either death or fate. Each might be the same or they might be diffrent." " W..who are you and what do you mean by that?" Jonny asked. The voice paused and silence hung in the air like a blanket. " If you need technical help: say 1, If you are wondering where this voice is coming from: Say 2, If you want to know what this is all about: say 3, If you want a peanut: say 9. You will only get one choice and then your destiny," the voice said. " Nine?" Bryce asked, half to himself. There was a wooshing sound and a peanut appeared in his hand. " Oh well thats just great Bry! Now we don't know anything!" Travis growled. Bryce grinned sheepishly. " Sorry!" he said, " anybody want a peanut?" Everybody groaned and Jessie clenched her hand into a fist and rapped it across Bryce's head. Then the voice started again: " To die: say 1, To be tortured: say 2, To be put in the same room with Monica Lewinsky:say 3..." " Ooh!" Jonny said, " Cigars anyone?" " To meet with your destiny: say 4, If you wish to be transported to the dog pound: say 5." " Thr....." Jonny started to say. Jessie quickly clapped a hand over his mouth. " Fi..." Jessie was interuppted by Travis screaming... " FOUR! FOUR! FOUR!" " OK! OK!" the voice said, " no need to shout. Let the Crenshaw's pick up the orbs." " What if we don't?" Bryce asked. " You will be sent to Monica Lewinsky's." Bryce and Travis stood up around the pedistal. Travis lifted the orb into his trembling hands. It felt warm, uncomfortably warm. He looked into it's silver face and saw his own reflected. " Here goes nothing," Bryce whispered and he lifted the second ball. It was gold, and when caught by the torch light danced. " Now," the voice said, " touch them together and close your eyes. Everyone else do the same." The twins shared a glance, then closed their eyes and touched the two orbs together. The floor promptly dropped beneath them. --------- Travis head pounded and his world was still dark. He remembered that he had hit his head on something on the way down. Or was it up? No, it hadn't felt like that either. Actually it hadn't felt like anything excepting a odd sensation wich he couldn't name. Something cool was pressed to his forehead and dribbling that coolness over his temples. He sighed, that movement alone sent his mind spinning and his stomach lurching. He decided to stay still for the moment and observe. He was lying on something hard. Not quite like stone for it was warm. A scratchy blanket covered him. He could hear the faint sounds of people outside. People and animals. There was something missing though that he couldn't put a finger on. The smells were unsual too, instead of the dusty Savannah smell his nostrils were asaulted by the smell of food being cooked. Of smoke from a cooking fire. All mingled with the faint oder of animals and the musty smell of the room he was in. When he felt brave enough he opened his eyes. A celing, was all he could see. It wasn't white washed or made of plaster. It actually looked like hay thatched together, wich was probably what it was. He lowered his eyes to stare at the wall. It was devoid of everything except a sword. The sword facinated him. It was long and slightly curved, but not so much that it could be considered a scamitar. The hilt was made of a dark wood with gold colored cords tied around it. " So your awake!" a voice said from beside him. He turned his head and saw a slim woman in her teens. Her hair was a light-brown and her eyes a greenish-brown. She had a slim figure but her slightly rounded stomach showed she was pregnant. The girl was wearing a simple brown dress that reached past her ankles and an apron. " Who?....where?" Travis mumbled, surprised at how gravely his voice sounded. He started to sit up but the woman calmly pushed him back onto the bed. Taking the cloth off his forehead, she dipped it into a basin of water then placed it back over him. " Don't worry M'Lord, everything is fine. Your home now." 'Home,' the word drifted comforting in Travis' mind as he fell asleep. Only to be awakened again by a slap of cold reality. 'Wait a minute!' he thought. 'HOME?!?!' ----------------------- Comments? Flames? Quest-ions? I'm sorry that wasn't very PUNNY! AHAHAHAHA!!!!! send 'em to me at dont_blink_24@mailcity.com with underscores. Sailor Otaku says: OW! 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